Poems from Kia Corcoran
Don’t let Mama or Papa know about the secret love.
No, not about the stolen kisses on the front porch,
Or the hand holding in the darkness...
You gave up on us,
on our high school sweetheart life,
Our break ups,
our make ups,
our loosing each other,
and our finding each other,
our...
complete strangers that collided upon finding separate destiny. Blinded by blunt ambition and young fire.
Forever a blazing inferno,...
and it gets so hard sometimes I -- I just wanna break down and cry.. i cant get these tears to fall down i-- i just want some release, some...
bounded so tight by bonds of a different century, i couldn't think straight before i entered this penitentiary. I couldn't see the grace...